By Listening We hear,
but often forget—
The fragility of half murmured ideas
signal lost in a tide of noise.
Talking overshadows listening,
Loud, brash, and always there.
listening creates by transforming.
A friend listens,
and a conversation
Turns to something extraordinary.
We roar, we scream, we sing,
But listening eludes description—
its shape unclear until all words are heard
What if we thought
of ourselves as listeners?
compliant, unresisting
designed to receive the world?
Would it change us?
Would our own language then expand
to hold the weight of both
silence and sound?
cosmos made clearer
by this unseen gift.
Imagine yourself a receiver of grace,
Open to everything,
even the dark matter of thought.
Apr 2, 2025
Apr 2, 2025 at 3:52 AM UTC
By Listening We hear,
but often forget—
The fragility of half murmured ideas
signal lost in a tide of noise.
Talking overshadows listening,
Loud, brash, and always there.
listening creates by transforming.
A friend listens,
and a conversation
Turns to something extraordinary.
We roar, we scream, we sing,
But listening eludes description—
its shape unclear until all words are heard
What if we thought
of ourselves as listeners?
compliant, unresisting
designed to receive the world?
Would it change us?
Would our own language then expand
to hold the weight of both
silence and sound?
cosmos made clearer
by this unseen gift.
Imagine yourself a receiver of grace,
Open to everything,
even the dark matter of thought.
Why don't people just listen? Maybe it's not valued highly enough
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